report, 2 p.m.

my table at 2 p.m. - after the sudden dispappearence of my indian sanskrit teacher from our skype class - power outage in Mysore, probably. We just had chanted the ablative case of "aatmaa" (m) which means "soul" and which was the last of the ten masculine forms he expects me to know. Sometimes I feel my head is not structured enough for this language. I was nervously waiting for him to show up again, asking about the sentences I had to do for homework which were done in a rush after yoga class this morning. But he didn't come back, so I started preparing dinner instead. The desk is probably a good expression of my disorganized mind today.